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Hunted.

Side 1:

First, it was all rumours, and like every other rumour, it  was spreading with light speed,

The topic: A big dawg' was threatened to get exposed by an unknown, who by all means would be placeed as a smaller dawg'

who this smaller 'dawg' was, was not certain yet,

No one knew what was up, we at the periferals of the inner circle had just a little clue, one of us was surely going to be the smaller dawg' with the threat, it was almost certain.

The question was, who?

6pm, on a chill out, sipping palm liquor on my balcony, after being disappointed by Tola, our fight the day before, her anger towards me, I decided to take a walk, spend some lone time out in the streets like the normal folks do. Just 16yards covered, I noticed I was quitely being followed.

The first man was lanky, he wore a black shirt in a brown jacket, he had ear phones on and a black sun shade at about 6:25pm which really was odd to me,

the second man was average, no sun shade on, he actually didn't need any of those to look like a hitman. it was clear enough to me that he wasn't defiling his steps, he came straight at me,

well, I thought to my self, I could take on that guy and end it in few minutes, however the other lanky one seemed more to me like the problem.

It was a sharp and hot scratch at the back of my head, I  got too surprised to pay attention to it and the fact that the hit didn't make me slow then in a few seconds, it occurred to me that it was a real bullet. A second sound came, then I was sure this time, by all means I was being lucky or they wanted me in one piece.

At that point, all my instinct said was, Run!, we can check for scratches on your head later, at the moment, you are alive, Just RUN.

Then I Ran, and predictably, they pursued me.

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